Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

Why was he laying down while she fretted over supplies, over food for him? Crowfeather felt the creep of shame rise and overcome the confusion. The chill in the air made his skin feel thin and his bones felt as though they protruded from his dark figure.

Satsu’s sigh struck him, like a piercing fang. It was an exasperated noise, a tired one that filled the air around them and swelled inside of his dark chest. The shadow found himself, only in that moment, aware that he might have been in trouble instead of a welcome guest. A nervous waver of his tail brushed against his torn ankle – it had been re-set back to its place.

Bewildered as he was, Crowfeather was still capable of showing his privilege. The princeling lifted his chin upward, feeling his flesh tighten around his throat. There was another wound there.

Who hurt? me-

The food remained ignored. He would not give it his attention, no matter how his belly ached. There were more important matters at hand.